Trekking through the dense forest for the past half hour with a bunch of testosterone fueled were wolves had not been something I was planning for. But we are here, Cullen and Krista bringing up the rear, eyes scanning the wolves suspiciously and Trace next to me, downplaying the way his shoulder kept brushing mine by 'sensuous accident.' I rolled my eyes at his latest attempt to lock my fingers with his and put about seven feet between us. I see his scowl, but he says nothing. I adjust my grip on my gun and remain steady and strong, leading the group back to their estate.
I see a hand in my line of vision before I feel it touch me. I whirl around, eyes narrowed and gun pointed, my hunter instincts proving to be most dominant.
"Whoa! Easy, girl."
It was the snarky wolf. Robert, Leon h
